Topbro - Chasing Endless Light

Oh, Morning rolling through the pines
Golden sun begins to climb
Every breath is fresh and free
Like the world belongs to me
White clouds drifting soft and slow
Following the rivers flow
Every turn reveals a smile
Waiting just another mile
Take my hand, don't be late
Every room opens fate
Hey-ya-hey, here we go
Hey-ya-hey, nice and slow
Hey-ya-hey, feel the sun
This is where our hearts belong
Fields are dancing in the breeze